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I thought it might be nice to share our creativity.

Anything really, photography, art, writing etc etc.

Thanks to Steven for partly inspiring this thread.

Please include a visual description with any images to aid those of us with sight impairment.

Thank you.

I'll start:

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  • An Unmade Promise

    I find myself wondering

    if roots work like nervous systems,

    and if so

    whether a tree feels pain

    when it is felled, and whether the ground,

    brimming with life, a promise of honey,

    reels at the impact.

    And if we could know this,

    would we melt down our axes to make wings,

    and if we did,

    would the lyrebird forget its song of chainsaws?

    We know that rock remembers.

    And so I find myself wondering

    whether the moon holds footprints more like craters

    or like children.

    Dear Moon, I wish I had wings

    to fold around the whole of you.

    Dear Roots, I wish I had wings

    and could tend a sweet promise of untroubled moonlight.

    Dear Ground, I wish I had wings

    to chisel the air for your ripening,

    and roots

    to churn your stillness.

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  • An Unmade Promise

    I find myself wondering

    if roots work like nervous systems,

    and if so

    whether a tree feels pain

    when it is felled, and whether the ground,

    brimming with life, a promise of honey,

    reels at the impact.

    And if we could know this,

    would we melt down our axes to make wings,

    and if we did,

    would the lyrebird forget its song of chainsaws?

    We know that rock remembers.

    And so I find myself wondering

    whether the moon holds footprints more like craters

    or like children.

    Dear Moon, I wish I had wings

    to fold around the whole of you.

    Dear Roots, I wish I had wings

    and could tend a sweet promise of untroubled moonlight.

    Dear Ground, I wish I had wings

    to chisel the air for your ripening,

    and roots

    to churn your stillness.

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